Humanity x 3

Name your top three pet peeves.

I look at this world, how beautiful it is, how damaged by us, and I wonder exactly how thoughtless we are.

I learn about the extinction of species that have disappeared because of how selfish we are. This world is a whole and their survival was key to ours. Animals, fish, birds, insects, all contribute to the ecology of this world and maintaining balance.

I hear the vileness the human race utters, the stupid things we think make us better than them, the pathetic things we believe are more important than the lives of innocents and the survival of the Earth, and I note how pitiful we are.

These aren’t just pet peeves, they represent a mind boggling lack of understanding how a so called intelligent race, blessed with phenomenal capacity to do good, does so much harm. The news is hair raising, and yet it’s only the tip of the iceberg of cruelty we’re able to manifest.

Which is why

Every decent person I encounter fills me with awe that they’re so courageous and naturally good that the world isn’t spoiling them.

Every beautiful child fills me with hope that they were born a peacemaker.

Every adult who stands up and says no, who gives and requires respect, who is inclusive, and respectful of differences, tells me that the good in the human race can never be defeated.

Those are my three pet loves.

My particular heroes though are those who deeply love animals, because they’re capable of unconditional love.

This is no time for pet peeves

I know I come across as a very serious person, and at the moment I am. But this is not the time to complain about people who don’t throw their litter in bins, or that it’s a fix because your favourite couple on Strictly went out, or demonstrate that someone is not your King. So what?

Look at Ukraine. Look at Israel. Look at Gaza. Look at the news at night and note all the suffering, seemingly everywhere. Don’t become immune to it. Don’t think it isn’t your problem, The last two World wars killed millions who wanted nothing to do with any of it.

Are pet peeves really that Important?

In honesty I’ve got to the age where I’ve got a lot of pet peeves, from straight rather than wavy hair. To damaging my fingernails opening the fridge and freezer and they’re taking ages to come right, but I’m nurturing them. To the lack of local shops and individual clothes available to the ordinary person nowadays. I used to have a fantastic wardrobe because I bought my clothes on holiday in unique local shops.

I could go on. But I’m also at the age that I know what’s important.

Kindness

Respect

Inclusion

The world – including the animal kingdom

The future

The children – ALL children

So I’m going to have to be serious because this is serious. I wish the violent, selfish, idiots of this world would let me get my fun back. I’m bored with them.

Deb xx

Published by debdancingstarhawken7

I'm a writer, public speaker, medium, and spiritual thinker. I suffered from acute anxiety from the age of 16 until I was well into my 50s, when I finally found methods that helped me to put it behind me. My struggles led to me exploring life through poetry, then plays, and over a 15 year period I made notes for a self help book which I published in 2015. Details on the book page. Although I am a psychic medium and loved the work, it didn’t feel right for me. It was an utter privilege, but my path was the exploration of what it means to be spirit in the real world and how we can make practical use of those abilities. Nowadays I write, blog, and teach soul-centred living, which is a gentle way of undoing past programming and connecting to your essential self, or soul. If you’re interested email me and we can chat. No pressure, it’s right for you or it’s not and you will know. The groups meet on line so no going out on cold, wet, winter’s evenings. On a personal note, I’m based in the UK. Married with five cats, no children, and four grandchildren, thanks to our inherited daughter, who has gifted us four beautiful little people that bring us such joy. Hope you enjoy the blogs. Deb xx

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